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When you call Sukuna soft. He doesn’t seem to like it.
18+ Mdni!!
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Ryomen Sukuna x Fem reader
No ai was used. No use of “y/n”, second pronouns only. Non sorcerer au. Modern Sukuna. Not big daddy Heien Sukuna.
Reader is 24-27, Sukuna is 28.
I kinda used this fanart as inspo.
He’s so dada. (fanart link)
Wc: 2k (very short bc I’m nervous guys)
Second story everrrr.
Cw: very small plot. pussy eating. 0rgasm denial. Fingering. Lowkey pussy whipped Sukuna. Dacryphilia. Unprotected sex. Squirting. Face slapping. Choking. He calls you “bitch.” Fat dih Sukuna (obvi). Nephew Yuji mentioned very briefly. Mean Sukuna. Nicknames (Kuna, baby, pretty). Established relationship
You don’t realise you’re rage baiting him.
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You're with Sukuna at his family home. Babysitting his nephew, Yuji. One thing that you love about your boyfriend so much, was how soft he was with Yuji. Melts you every time. You’re all sprawled around the black couch. Pillows scattered everywhere. Lights dim. The only blazing light coming from the television you’re all so engaged in. Yuji demanded you all watch Shrek for the billionth time.
Sukuna’s so focused on the screen. He’s paying no mind to you. Nephew on his lap also absorbed. You glance over to your right. Seeing how peaceful they look together. Yuji’s small head resting on Sukuna’s chest. Chests rising slowly up and down. In sync. So cute. You love this world he’s let you into. Love that you’re apart of his family. You’re smiling softly. Head falling into the welt. Eyes crinkled. He sees you from the corner of his eye. Glances to you. Brow slightly raised. Whispers
“What?”
He knows it’s always something with you. Used to your antics.
Your head tilting back upright. Still smiling fondly.
“You’re so soft.” You say sweetly. Eyes glistening. Blinking slow.
He pauses. Glitches a little. Never in his many years of living has he heard anyone call him that. He doesn’t respond. Brain still fogged at the comment. He just hums lowly. Turns his head back, giving himself to the attention of the tv. Soft. Right then.
You think nothing of it. He has such a way of expressing himself, that you know of. You just giggle and also turn back to the tv.
Soft.
The word remains. Panging in his head through the rest of the movie. On your late night ride to his apartment. You’re both in his car. The sky darkening. A bluey orange colour. Cars appearing less often. Street lights illuminating. A few flicker in the distance.
He’s been silent all this time you can’t figure out why. Oh well. His brain still lagging, you’re mouthing off another planned babysitting not knowing his mind isn’t here.
“… gift for Yuji- Kuna?” You ask, body turned slightly in his direction. You’re looking at him with concern. So sweet aren’t you.
“.. hm?” Eyes still focused on the road. One hand on the wheel, the other at the gear stick. He hasn’t been listening. You squint your eyes a bit. Curious.
“You’re quiet.”
“M’always quiet.”
“More than usual.” You say with a snicker. Teeth showing a little. Nose crimping slightly.
He’s just so much more quiet today. Confusing. Ever since you left his family house. Have you upset him? You don’t know.
“Jus’ tired.”
“You do look it to be fair.” Another giggle.
“Wanna be funny huh?”
You’re cackling at him now. You don’t know you’re so fucked.
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Face buried between your thighs, his mouth crying into your pussy. All wet. Squelching. Squeezing. It’s not enough. He wants to be in your skin. Wants to breathe your air. Biting, gnawing at your thighs, leaving darker marks. But no. He won’t let you have him yet. You don’t deserve it.
Every suck, every kiss has you writhing beneath him. Legs kicking at his shoulders. He doesn’t budge. His body rock-like.
He’s got you in his bed. Dripping all over. Sweat filled back staining the sheets as well as your leaking pussy.
Twisting, turning. You’re naked underneath him. Back hauled into an ugly bow shape. Ugly sounds leaving your mouth. You’re so close. You can’t help it. Not when he’s been tormenting you for hours you could barely count. His tongue dancing, curling on your clit. You’re wailing now. All teary-eyed looking down at him. Head bobbing from sobs. He loves seeing you cry.
“Sukuunaa ugh.” Your voice all whiny. Pathetic. Head tipping. Digging into the pillow. Lashes wet.
“thought you said m’too soft.” Low-toned voice. Syrupy. He’s taunting you. Deep red eyes staring up into you from below. Watching you. Fully clothed. Tongue still abusing your puffy clit. Pulsating. Begging for mercy.
He’s gotten you close four times now. Your body can’t take another denial. He won’t even finger you. Nah you don’t deserve that. Called him soft.
You’re juttering your hips, hoisting it further to his plump lips. White hot. Blinding pleasure. Fuck.
“If you could see yourself right now. Pathetic.” He’s provoking you. Wants to see when you’ll break. You will break. For him you will. He knows you will. Your body’s already betraying you.
“Haven’t even fingered you properly ‘nd you’re shaking like this baby.” Grinning slightly. He’s loving this.
Your arms are splayed above you, around you, reaching the dark wooden headboard, the sheets below, his face, trying to pull him by his pink hair, closer into you. You want him inside you so badly. He won’t let you get what you want though.
“Mmf-fhuck, m’sorry.” Whimpering so pathetically but he’s so turned on by it. You’re chanting “m’sorry”’s, “please” but he’s evil. Won’t let you win this one.
Schlup schlurp
He’s ignoring you. You hate it so much.
Tongue rubbing at your poor clit. Cheeks hollow. Your body nearing its release. It’s so delicious. You can feel it. Burning. Searing.
Body all hot and moist.
“Awh look at that wet cunt,” he’s spitting on you. Laughing at you.
“she’s begging for it.” Schlurp.
“Ain’t you messy girl?” Fuck. He’s not speaking to you anymore. Just mouthing away at your clit. Talking all in your pussy. Sucking up his spit, your fluids just to spit back on your pussy again. Repeating. Pussy all drenched in his spit.
“m’not giving you this one.” Voice airy, low.
It’s just there. Just over there. Trembling. Incoherent sounds leaving you. Voice broken from screaming. Your body preparing to quench this torrid ache he’s giving you- gone. The build up fades in quick unsatisfying waves. You’re bawling, sobbing, gripping tightly at the sheets. Squeezing so hard, your pulse hammering in your fingers. Knuckles now faintly lighter. The fifth time he’s done this to you. You think you’re gonna die. It’s too painful. Painfully sweet.
“Kuna p-please.” The words slurred in your mouth. Voice coarse. You can barely speak. Your head lolled to the side. Eyes lidded, rolling, peaking open and close. His breath still fanning your pussy. He’s grinning at you. Canines on display. Tattoos stretching with his grin. Enjoying you unravel so grisly before him. It’s so blurry you can hardly see anything.
“K-kiss me.” You say, voice quivering. Your body heaving. He’s just staring at you with that stupid attractive grin.
He just hums in response. You want to kill him. You’re now glaring down at him. Elbows hiking you slightly. Wobbling a tad. Cheeks deepened in colour. Hair all messed up. Chest toting up and down. Angry. Brows screwed.
He’s waiting to see if you’ll say something else that’s stupid. He scoffs internally. Soft. Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna. Soft?
Staring back at you with a calm ease, you’re quick, you try and grab his fingers. He’s pulling them out of reach immediately. At this point you’ll have to do it yourself. You can’t though. After him, getting off alone is impossible. He did that to you. Cursed you. Ruined. You try and bring your hand down to your pussy instead. He’s quick to slap your hand away.
“Ow- nghhfuh.”
Instead of kissing you, he’s immediately back on your clit. Abusing, licking, slurping. Humming into you. Groaning. You’re pushing away at his head. Hitting, clawing at his face. It’s just too much. Thighs haven’t stopped shaking. You’re a mess.
“Think you’ve learnt your lesson, hm pretty?” Mouth full of pussy. You can’t even respond.
He’s frothing at the sides. Drooling. Wetness leaking down his maw.
“Fuck you taste good.. always so good.” He’s fixated. Consumed. Pussy overpowering him. He’s fighting so hard not to split you open, bruise into you. It’ll hurt so good. He knows that. You want it.
Face flushed pink. Eyes now shut tight. Taking quick strong breaths. Urging his face closer. Immersed in your scent. Your taste. He could eat you forever. He’s trying to rut his nose deeper into your mons. Hairs tickling the tip of it. He’s breathing into your pussy. Eyes rolling back, closing quick. Deep quick breaths. You’re jutting your hips away, the sensation overwhelming you. He’s chasing you back down into the bed. Big beefy biceps flexing as he’s pushing your hips down. Can’t leave him. You’re stuck.
“Mmm you’re so close aren’t ya.” Mocking. Belittling you. Voice all rough, haggard. Affected by you.
There’s still a deep ache inside you. Need to be claimed. Taken. Fucked.
“Kunaa~ m’beggin- ngh.” Voice all out of breath cut short as his tongue starts circling your opening. Fucking finally.
He slowly pushes it inside. The wet muscle. Slowly. Teasing you. He wants you to keep begging. Stay pathetic for him.
“Ugh fuck yes- so good.” You’re so far gone. Eyes spiraling. Hips grinding deeper into his face. He’s finally where you need him most. Inside. But it’s still not enough. You crave something bigger. Thicker.
He’s sucking, drinking, gulping up your dripping juices. Pussy whipped. His jaw aching. He needs more of your pussy. Needs to fuck you.
You’re all over the place. Legs closing in, thighs caging his face. He lets you. Hands deep in his hair tugging. You can’t even rip a few hairs out, he’s got you so weak.
“Closer.” You whine.
“Fuck. Can’t get enough of this pussy.” Groaning into your hole. Now jabbing his tongue in you. Quick strikes. Fucking you with it. It’s close but not enough. It’s not what you need right now. You want his hands in you. His cock. Anything else.
After what feels like a million years he’s bringing his hands, currently wrapped around your thighs not letting you escape, down to your pussy.
Forcing two thick, fat fingers, index and middle, into you.
You’re screaming. Crying. Can’t see from the tears. It’s too blurry.
He’s pistoning them. Fucking you fast and hard. Ugly moans spilling from you. He’s eating this shit up. Loves the way you’re grinding down and running away at the same time. Can’t get enough.
“Nah don’t run.” Voice all menacing.
The heat in your belly, vibrant, alive. You’re so close. Sooo close. Two.. three more rapid pumps of his fingers and you’re convulsing. Violently shaking under him. Writhing. White hot. Piercing through you. He doesn’t stop, keeps pumping them into you. You’re clenching so hard it looks painful.
“F-fuck fuck.”
“Thaaa’s it baby.” Face all hot, fingers still charging into you. Arms flexing, biceps bulging out.
“Still soft?”
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He’s got your legs on his shoulders. Stuffing you full of his fat burly raw dick. It’s too thick. Too rugged. Leaky, angry dark red tip brushing up against your cervix. Balls slapping your arse. It hurts too good. This is what you needed. The pain. This ache.
“O-oh my g-god don’t stop.” You’re bawling. Face twisted in such scorching hot pleasure. He’s pressing your thighs down, forcing your knees into your chest. It hurts even more now. Fully on top of you. His heavy weight shoving you further into the sheets. Chests nearly pressed together. Only blocked by your knees. His face so close to yours. Stained wet. Everything’s all wet.
“Jus’ wanted to wet my dick huh?”
He’s bringing his hands up to your sweaty neck, locking them around it.
Eyes widening, you’re staring deeply at him. Still bouncing from the force of his hips. He’s gently squeezing your neck. Testing. You’re still moaning loudly around him. Pussy sucking in his cock.
Squelch squelch
Gripping. A white ring forming at the bass, spilling to his balls.
The squeeze around your neck tightening.
“Ugh fuck w-wait.. Kuna.” He’s still not listening to you. Still angry. Won’t even respond to you.
His pace slowing purposefully now. Long deep strokes. You can really feel the sink of his cock. All eight thick girthy inches. Wants you to feel it in your throat. Die on it. You’re malfunctioning. Spasming below him. Cumming. Brain gone. The whites of your eyes showing. He’s burly tip ramming into your g spot. Rigid. You’re babbling. Shuddering. Tears pooling down. Too wet. Searing hot. Your climax burning through you. He still fucking you through your high.
“You’re lucky I’m letting you cum.” Voice low, seething with pleasure filled rage.
Still slow hard thrusts, he’s asking you,
“Am I still soft?” Voice ragged. Breathing sharp. His free arm coming down to slap your face. Hard. It’s definitely leaving a mark later. Pussy clenching.
“Hm baby?”
Grabbing your cheeks now. Smushing it. Your lips puckered. Drool spilling out. Eyes dilated.
“Tell me.”
He’s patting that side of your face, light taps, smushing your cheeks again. You’re gone. Too far gone. You want him to hit you again. Slow deep strokes sending you over the edge. You’re moaning, whimpering. Body betraying you once more. You want to cum again.
“Y-yes. Wait no, no..ngh.” Can hardly hear him. Brain too fogged.
“This fucking bitch.” Growling angrily. He pulls out of you completely. Dark flushed tip. Angry red. Leaking a mixture of you and pre. You’re whole body jerking, sad at the loss. His knees digging into the bed he’s sitting on his calves.
“Nah m’not gonna give you what you want,
Stupid bitch can’t answer for shit.” Brows screwed, nose flared, face contorting. Seething.
“P-please.. ngh, m’sorry m’so sorry.” Body falling to your right. You’re curling around yourself. Tired. Used. He flips you back onto your back, spreading your legs wide, shoving three thick fingers deep. You can’t even scream anymore. Voice gone. Broken. Can’t even fight his fingers. Just throbbing. Mouth all open no sound apart from heavy breaths.
He’s fucking them so fast you can’t keep up. The heat sitting low in your belly, it’s different. Wait. This pressure. Warm. Intense. What-Fuck. You needed to pee. You’re slapping his arms vigorously, tapping out.
“Su- agh fuck, w-wait. Need to pee.” He’s not stopping.
“It’s..mmhpleaseee. P-pee. Haveta pee.”
“Then pee. I’m not stopping you.” Taunting. Fingers curling. Blunt ends feeling up your g spot. Thumb twirling your clit.
Pussy gushing. You’re squirting before you can even register it. Spraying. It’s on the sheets, everywhere. His face.
“Fhuck, oh my go- nhh.” You’re mewling.
“Oh fuck..aaatta girl. Squirt all on me, thaaa’s it.” Beaming at your pussy. All thirty-twos showing. Face now covered in your juices. He’s being so mean to you. More tears spilling from you. Maw still agape.
He’s been stalking you for a few years, waiting for the perfect moment to finally have you.
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Second person pronouns used only, no mention of y/n.
No ai was used for this. Non sorcerer au.
This is my first story ever. Go easy on me.
Reader is 24-27, Nanami is 27
Wc: 4k
18+ Mdni!!
CW: d!ck in puh. dacryphilia. A little plot. Fat d!h nanami. Pussy eating. F!ngering. Unprotected. You’ve got a deep dish. Make outs. Mat!ng press. Stomach bulging. Obsessed nanami.
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“Look at me baby..”
Red-hot. Face wounded in pleasure, he’s so close to you. Nanami’s mouth open huffing air, breathing down yours. Your face is tilted upward, brows scrunched in pleasure. Mouth hanging out in a beautiful ‘o’ shape with your eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling wet.
Where are you?
He’s got you in his bedroom. It’s so simple. So very him. White satin transparent curtains slightly open, welcoming nothing but the blackness of the sky. The lamp on his dark wooden bedside table, hugged all in cotton wool light. The only available light in the room. So dim. But enough that he sees all of you. His cream coloured walls doused in your pictures- your pictures. You. Painted, etched, drawn into them. Everything of you, about you imprinted into this room. His room. Now yours.
It's all for you. He did it for you.
From your undergarments scattered across the planked floor to your hair ties you specifically alternate within the week, your favourite scrunchies, pictures of you sleeping so soundly in your cosy cat pyjamas. Pictures of his hands caressing your naked ass as you slept. Your bracelets that went missing weeks ago. Your favourite restaurant. Foods you eat. Your toothbrush. Your..mother?
He has ones of you as you showered. How could you have not heard him? It doesn’t matter. He has you now. Right where he wants you.
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You hadn’t realised, hadn’t noticed him. Was too oblivious of it all. But whether you liked it or not this ignition of the love he’s yet to share with you had begun the moment you two met.
It was dead into winter. January 13th. The street in winter’s cold grip, cars reduced to snowy humps, couples huddled tightly together. Traffic lights covered in snow, changing colours every few minutes. You could see every breath that passed through your nose.
Dressed in a neat dark brown trench coat with black wooly gloves, a winter hat and winter boots, you were headed to your favourite coffee shop on this fine afternoon, although the weather made it seem like it was nearing evening. You’re a regular customer, the staff know you and adore your support. They’ve even got your order memorised.
Slowly treading down the snow covered street, your head down mesmerised in the way the snow swallows your boot.
You’re nearing the shop as you face head first into a..wall? No, a man. A man with a wall-like body it seems. How are they so sturdy you wonder.
With a sorrowful look on your face, you slowly look up to see a beige coloured turtleneck wrapped in a brown blazer, you make out to be, that’s also covered by a blue trench coat. Then further to now his face.
Sculpted. The first word that popped in your head. The only thought in your brain.
He was beautiful, that you had noticed. His broad frame, ever so bigger than yours. He towered over you. Short blonde hair groomed perfectly into the right place. Wind slightly blowing it out of place. Glasses framed perfectly over the bridge of his sharp nose.
A cold breath passed your mouth, starstruck, staring directly into his deep brown eyes. Your eyes widen just a little. He hadn’t looked away from you either.
You had wanted to think your graceful bumping into him was a reward of your good nature. He was so insanely good looking there’s no way this wasn’t a gift planted specifically for you. It had to be.
“O-oh m’sorry, I didn’t see you there-” Nervously, you finally manage to get out the words after ogling him.
“It’s no problem love, my mistake.” The words gently glided out of him. His deep baritone voice caught you off guard. You didn’t expect it to sound so pleasant. He speaks in such a way that has your body stuck in place, forced to listen to that rich low vibration, forever if you could. You want to.
You’re still looking at him as you softly smile and mouth a small ‘bye’ with a tiny wave. You quickly walk around him to the door of the coffee shop.
Just as you're entering the shop you don’t see how deeply he’s watching you. Brown eyes fixed on your frame, raking up and down your body. Fuck you’re gorgeous. He thinks. Nanami brings his hand to cover the rising blush on his cheeks. Veins bulging out his large hands.
He adjusts his glasses and decides to enter the coffee shop, maybe talk to you again. Get to know you, your favourite colour, likes and dislikes, what you sound like around his cock-
Not yet.
Too early. He needs you wanting him first. And that’s exactly what he plans to do.
Nanami sees you at a booth alone, sipping away slowly at your drink. He walks over to the till, leans over slightly, elbow on the till table.
“May I have exactly what she has?” He points discreetly in your direction. The barista nods and prepares his drink the same exact way they had yours.
All the while you’ve got your wired headphones plugged into your phone and you're watching a random YouTube video that came across your feed. You’re fully engrossed in the video that you don’t see a familiar frame sit directly opposite you.
You look up quickly when you do realise.
Perfect posture, hands seated patiently at his lap.
“Sorry to bother you again but I just..” he looks down nervously, cheeks spotting a light pink.
“..thought I should let you know, you’re beautiful,” he was so alluring. The same man you bumped into telling you that you’re beautiful.
The adjective echoed over in your ears again and again.
You’re beautiful
Beautiful
Were his eyes sparkling..nah.
Definitely just your imagination.
You could barely even utter a ‘thank you’ with how quickly your heart began to beat. Cheeks deepening in colour.
“Is it alright if I could have your number? Ignore me if I’m being a bother.”
You gave him your number. Found out his name.
Nanami Kento.
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The two of you had grown friendlier over the weeks. Constantly talking over the phone, through text, FaceTime. You went on fun dates together. The cinema, parks, long drives.
He had quickly grown obsessed with you. Just like that. Everything about you. Your hair, voice, your skin, the way it shone differently in the sun. The small dimple that appears on your left cheek when you smile with your whole face. That must’ve been the trigger.
It should be illegal to look the way you look. That small crinkle in your eye when you smile, the scrunch in your brow when you pout. It was killing him. He couldn’t take it.
It was difficult hiding his bulge every time you both met up. You just smelled so good. He wanted to bury his face into your neck and fuck you so right. Vanilla scent wafting through the air every time you walked aside him. He couldn’t take it.
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He had invited you over to dinner at his place. A date. You suggested. Perfect.
He was thrilled. After weeks of waiting for you to enter his most vulnerable space you’re finally here. This must mean something. You want him as much as he wants you, he concludes.
You’re at his door step there’s well kept plants of different sizes placed neatly at the sides. He’s a perfectionist you think and ring the bell once.
He lives in a fairly large house. You knew he makes a decent amount from when he had told you his job occupation.
On the other side there’s him, patiently waiting for which ring he’ll open the door on. First? No, that's too eager. Third? No, you’ll get the idea he’s not ready. Second.
A second time you ring and he’s immediately opening the door to you.
You’re in this outfit, hair out and loose, your feet adorned in small black and white heels. He’s fucked. You look incredible. He might just die happily seeing you here. All dressed up for him. Just for him. He blushes at the thought.
He’s dressed in a black turtleneck with black slacks and black santoni shoes. The clothes hugging his bulky frame. He was so big you felt hot looking at him.
You’re smiling up at him, vibrantly.
“Hi Ken!” You wave up at him excitedly.
He looks down at you with a soft smile and stands to the side to let you in.
He’s throbs in his boxers. Fuck. His name on your lips. It sounded so right. He had to have you.
Soon. Be patient.
“Hi.” He’s breathless. Small smile on his lips. Can’t hide his excitement.
“What are we having for dinner?” You ask him, head tilted slightly looking up at him, lashes fluttering.
You had to be doing this on purpose.
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Nanami made you both chicken Alfredo. The best you’ve ever had. Of course he’s a good cook.
“Mm~ Ken this is so good, what are you not good at,” you say, mouth full of food.
He’s just staring at you in awe. There’s some food stained on the side of your lips. The urge to clean you, taste it from you, fights him.
He chuckles, a bit taken aback by your compliment. You both finish your meal while talking about your week and future plans together.
He reaches over to your lips, gentle fingers rubbing away at the mess. You feel heat pool down at your lower belly. You can’t take your eyes off of him.
“You just had a little something on your face,” he says all shy. Eyes darting to you and away.
“Thanks Ken.”
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The time is now 11:37pm, you’ve both eaten around five hours ago. You’re in his living room, a fairly large space with a television hanging on the cream walls.
You both have watched about 2 movies and there’s a current one playing. Soft sunset hues from the lamps around the room keep you company. You’re sitting very close to Nanami on his brown couch.
His hand has somehow found its way to your thigh. Instinct. He needs to touch you. His body wants it. The taste of his skin on yours.
It feels right on your thigh you don’t know why. You don’t bother questioning it.
You’re ever so often turning to look at him. You always find him already looking your way. A small smile on his face. Your eyes, constantly gravitating to the smile lines on his face. You want to touch it. Poke his cheeks. Grab at the fat of his cheeks. Play with him a bit.
He watches your eyes roam around his face, he’s inching slowly closer to you. His eyes roaming and stopping at your lips.
Your faces are both so close. He could feel your breath fanning his face. Your eyes are darting from his lips to his eyes. Holding his stare. Permission.
She’s asking me. His mind tells him.
He moves closer as you slowly slip closer to him, eyes fluttering shut.
Your lips slotted together. A perfect momentum. You both had kissed as if time had slowed just for this moment, everything else fading into background noise. You lead the kiss, head tilted to the left, your arms coming round his neck, hand scratching softly where his neck meets his hair. A small groan pushes past his lips. He could barely fight it. You moaned at the sound. It was so rugged, manly you needed more. His hands softly holding the side of your face.
Nanami’s tongue grazed over the bottom of your lip. Asking for your permission as you silently asked for his earlier.
You welcomed him into your mouth with eagerness. His tongue easily found yours, gliding, licking, sucking. You let out a small whimper.
“Fuck.” He growled into the kiss. He feels a bit of pre leak out of him. You’re ruining him.
His hands found the outer sides of your thigh caressing, going lower to the bottom of your thigh. He picked you up and put you on his lap. You were grinding your hips unhurriedly over his bulge. You had noticed it from earlier and have been struggling not to look at it the entire time. He was just as turned on as you.
This kiss was getting more intense. Your breath hesitating. Nanami’s hands found your hips and ground you into him harder. Your clit feeling the friction of your panties on his clothed now bigger looking bulge. A moan escapes you before you could even register it.
“You sound so beautiful kiss, am I expecting to kiss hear more of these noises?” He hums playfully in between kisses. He pulls back slightly, a stupid attractive grin on his face. You smile in response automatically. So responsive to him.
“Depends if you can get them out of me Ken.”
“A challenge?” A slight brow raise.
You giggle. You’re too cute for your own good.
He picks you up with so much ease it takes your breath away and kisses you heatedly once more. Guiding your head with his large hands, keeping you where he wants. Your eyes closed in perfect concentration. Lips rubbing back and forth against each other. Tongue and teeth gnashing. His arms secure around your frame.
He’s taking you to his room.
You don’t even realise the moment you’ve entered his room, when he’s pushed you down on his bed. Still tangled in that breath taking kiss. You’re tugging his hair more aggressively now. Pulling him further down into you. His groaning becoming more frequent, it has you wetter by the second.
His fingers trace down your blouse, lips still connected. He’s fucking his tongue into your mouth. Can only imagine what his dick would do.
Slowly lifts your skirt to your hips. Fingers finding your underwear he grazes them near your mons. Your hips stutter at the contact, you’re gasping. You want him in you quickly, another small whimper leaving you. You’re still too focused on kissing him.
He brings his thick fingers to the top of your underwear, his hands in a clawed pose and starts dragging it slowly off of you till it pools and your ankle.
He quickly finds your aching pussy. Pulsing. Leaking all for him. He fights back a groan this time, his hands finding your clit, slowly circling the nub forcing another loud whimper out.
“Ken,” you mewl.
“I’m here.” He whispers into your mouth. Face contorted with pleasure. You’re so hot and wet he’s losing himself by the second.
“Just feel it for me yeah?”
He cuts off the kiss and stares at your pleasure struck face. Eyes closed, mouth agape letting small sounds pad through, cheeks dusted a deeper colour, lips slightly swollen. Too dumb and cute to even notice the rest of the room. He’s got you exactly where you need to be.
Nanami continues to circle your clit growing quicker the more noises you let out. You try to rush your hand to cover your mouth but he stops you. Catching your wrist and pining it above you.
“No baby, none of that.”
He’s blocking your sight. He’s the only thing you see at this moment.
He replaces his finger with his thumb as he slowly trails that same finger to your opening. Gently pressing into you, you gasp. Thick. Long. Curving upwards. Nothing about him is small, that sets you off again. Head tipped a bit back, eyes still closed. Toes curling at the sudden intrusion.
You’re whining now. You need him further, deeper. Everywhere.
“Shh love, I’ll give you what you need” he reassures you in that soft, patient, velvety voice of his kissing the corner of your mouth.
His finger inches deeper. Stretching. Curling in that spot of yours. There it is. Your back arching faintly off the bed. Head lolling to the side. Eyes still tightly shut. Your chest is heaving.
He teases the spot still watching your face checking to see where else sets you alight. He wants to be the only one capable of doing so.
No one else can have you after this. He won’t let anyone. You’ve welcomed him into you therefore you’re his. His to love, cherish, protect. You can’t leave. Not when he’s finally got you. Wrecked. Writhing just for him.
Your hips are lifted grinding into his hand following his movement inside you.
You’re nearly there, he can feel you fluttering around his fingers. Your body shaking lightly. Moans becoming more airy. You’re struggling around him.
His fingers get deeper now pistoning into you. Your arms clutch at the sheets below. Chanting his name, your breathless mouth hung.
“Kento~ Kento,” just a little more.
His thumb is angry on your clit. Rubbing, pushing it onto you. The first push of his thumb on your clit has you throbbing hungrily, the hunger coming from none other than your pussy. Fuck it’s too good. You need him. You need to-
“I know you want to gorgeous, I know you want to,” he’s egging you on. His face is kissing on your neck, going up and down along it. Licking, sucking, nearly biting. His own hips start to slowly grind into the air. He wants to be inside you so bad it hurts. Cock throbbing painfully at the thought.
You can’t follow his fingers properly now, too focused on the pleasure he’s giving you. You’re soo close now. You can feel it.
“Cumming~ c-cumming,” you whimper into the bedsheets, right cheek pressed deep in his covers. Face hot, brows tight. The whites of your eyes on display.
You’re clenching his fingers so hard his dick is twitching in his boxers. He can’t seem to get enough of you. The way you cum on his fingers, the faces you make. More. He needs more.
“L-let me use my mouth yeah?” Looking up at you, brown eyes glistening, boring into yours.
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He’s got you flat on the bed naked. Your clothes tossed somewhere around his room. You’re lost in pleasure. Head thrown back just taking everything he’s giving you. You still haven’t registered your surroundings. His mouth is just that good.
You're moaning, rolling your hips into his mouth. He’s got your legs over his beefy shoulders. Hands gripping the curve of your hip, grabbing the fat of your waist, stomach, your breasts. Hands roaming everywhere he could reach you. He wants all of you.
Only when his tongue grazes the opening of your pussy added with the three fingers he’s already got in there do your eyes widen in pleasure
and see…yourself staring back at you?
You’re everywhere. Just you.
You scream.
“The fuck?”
He lifts his head swiftly. Staring up at you. Quiet. Still in awe. Relieved maybe. You can finally see his burning desire for you. His love. His passion scattered around his room. His heart soars.
Your eyes are trained on the walls, your fingers shakily gesture to them etched with pictures of yourself in different clothes, sleeping, in the shower. On a night out. Grocery shopping. At your job. Your mother..
You’re clutching the sheets behind you now. Shaking slightly. He’s still quiet. Just watching. Waiting. You’re not moving. Equally watching and waiting.
You’re watching back at him. Heart jack hammering out your chest. Pussy still throbbing.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks in a low calm tone that scares you. Why did your pussy clench just now? He caught your breath hitching. Your body hesitating. Chest heaving.
A pregnant pause. He’s waiting. Unmoving at the end of his bed. Knees buried in it. He knows what you’ll eventually say. Even if he can’t have you now, which he will, there’ll always be another chance. Another perfect opportunity.
You bite your lip. Eyes lidded staring up into his.
You didn’t want him to stop even if you tried.
“Atta girl.”
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You can’t look at him. Not when his leaking raw cock is so deep in your pussy. Angled. Hitting directly at your spot it’s making your brain melt. It’s so big. Heavy. You felt the weight of it deep inside. Slightly bulging at your stomach.
Nanami stared at your lower belly. Eyes fixed on the imprint of his cock in your guts.
His breathing is rugged. Voice whiny.
“Come on.” He says, stretching out the ‘n’ sound. He sounds so pathetic. He’s grabbing your tits. Pebbling the nipple between his fingers. Bringing his face down sucking, slurping moaning at the feel of them in his mouth. You’re groaning loudly, unable to control the noises that leave you.
He’s pressing his hand down on your shoulder forcing you back into his cock. Hips slamming against each other.
Ugh he’s so deep you can feel him at your throat.
Your arms strung over your head, grabbing, pulling, pushing at anything you touch.
He’s all over you. His arms enveloping you in. Hands grating down your sweat filled back. Pressing your right thigh further up deepening the stretch of his cock. The other hand pulling your hips downward.
He’s pistoning his cock so good. The pleasure is overwhelming. Your breath stuttering, sight fading.
Plap plap plap
sounds filled the room. His heavy balls hitting your ass so good. His hefty weight pressing down onto you, hiking your legs further up. Knees to your chest. He’s got you in mating press. His face so close to yours. Breaths tangled together. He’s biting at your lips, kissing you. You’re barely keeping up.
You’re twisting your head to the left. He’s following you. You can’t breathe, he’s not giving you any room to.
“Noo~ Ngh f-fuck baby look at me.” He’s whining. Desperate. He needs your attention fully.
“Ngh”
You’re gone. Completely. You can’t speak. The feeling of his cock hitting all your places has you going insane. He’s rutting his hips into you. Harder now. He’s forced your eyes back. It’s all too much. There’s drool dangling out your mouth. You’re nearly there for the nth time tonight. There’s a white ring around the base of his cock, your cum, his pre gathered around him. It’s so wet. Filthy.
Your breathing’s hitched. You’re stuttering. Can’t even form coherent sentences. Just a string of
“Please,” or “can’t.”
A long pause. He’s just jutting his hips into yours staring down at your body. Face squinted, drooling almost.
“So be it,” he tells you. His voice growing colder, lower.
That can’t be good.
He’s grabbing your cheeks, smushing it in his hand. You’re wrenching at his wrist whining, pushing away at his massive hand. It’s impossible, you’re too weak. Succumbed to pleasure. You can’t think properly, can only just feel.
Tears further slipping down your face, your sight worsening. It’s too blurry.
He’s forcing you to look at him since he has to do everything for you. He loves it. He wants you to rely on him. He wants it to only be him. To be the only person to exist in your world. No distractions. He’s smiling down at your cute face. Watching you twist, turn fight against him. It’s all too hot.
“I- I think..ngh,” you can’t even get the words out.
You’re close. He knows. He can feel all of you. He knows your body more than he knows himself. Knows everything about you. He’s known for years. But only decided weeks ago it was the right moment to meet you. It had to be perfect just for you. No mistake. He needed you to need him. Even if it meant waiting years.
Only now can he really express his undying love for you. You have to accept him back. It’s only the right thing to do.
He’s licking down your drenched cheeks. Salty but sweet. He thinks. He’s disgustingly obsessed with you. You can’t help that you’re into it.
Before your brain can even catch up you’re convulsing under him. Eyes crossing. Whimpering. Voice high pitched. You’re numb. Your back bludgeoned in an ugly arch he thinks is the sexiest thing in the world. This image he’s created of you,
‘The only thing worth living.’ He thinks, starstruck. Mouth slightly agape. Lips curved narrowly upward. You’re his prize, his life force. He simply cannot get enough of you. You’ve made him this way.
Your tears streaming now staining the sheet’s below, the sides of your face. You’re groaning, fingers clawing at his arm still holding down your face.
“It’s too m-much,” your breathing is fucked. Chest thrusting up and down violently.
Nanami brings your legs over his left shoulder, left arm firm over your thighs, his other is caging you, slotted near your head, leaning down closer to you while he pulls you back against him. It’s deeper like this. Too fucking deep. You’re folded to the right lying there pathetically on his bed. He lifts your left leg and brings it to his mouth, planting a wet kiss by your ankle. You’re peering up at him in awe, eyes drowsy. He’s nearly got you. Your brain needs to fully submit to him.
His cock is somehow deeper this way. Your eyes grow wide.
Body too sensitive from your very recent orgasm. You can’t take it, you'll die.
“You’re not gonna die my love, I won’t let you.” He’s giggling at you. You have such a way with words.
Did you say that out loud? You’re too far gone to even know.
He leans over so his blonde pubes brush against yours, your clit catching the hairs. The contact has your thighs shaking again.
“Ouh f-fhuck,” you groan, mouth open, teeth shut. Eyes half lidded, your head is tipped. Forcing down the sheets. You don’t know what to grab. You can feel him everywhere. It’s all too much.
He’s so big. Fat red tip pushing up near your cervix. Fucking deep into you. Your brain is mush, tongue loling out.
You’re close again. So very sensitive, he notices. All for him.
“You’re c-crying..” thrust “ngh..so much, that good yeah?” He’s taunting you. Thrust after thrust, you’re wondering when it’s gonna end.
You can barely hear him now. Your hips moving on their own. He’s grinding his cock deep, his hips flushed against yours grinding down your clit. White hot. Blinding. Suffocating you.
Your body is betraying you. Legs jerking. Eyes into your skull. You’re trying to push him away. He won’t let you. You’re supposed to need him.
“O-oh my g-go-”
“P-please I’m done, c-can’t,” you manage, sobbing as he rode your high.
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